Assistant Bai Really Does Have a Three Year Old Child - Chapter 13

The sky began to drizzle again, right on cue just like the rain used to heighten a protagonist’s mood in literature.

Li Wenyan allowed Bai Tan to lean against his neck and weep, freeing a hand to take off his coat and drape it over him, shielding his head from the rain.

“I know, I know everything.” He wrapped his arm back around Bai Tan, gently stroking his back.

“My parents divorced when I was very young, too. Back then, I cried every day for my mother, which frustrated my father so much he couldn’t help but slap me.”

“Perhaps to a young child, a mother’s significance is much deeper than a father’s. If one is destined to sever that bond, the time it takes is longer, and the process is more painful.”

Li Wenyan lowered his eyes, resting his chin lightly on top of Bai Tan’s head, catching the faint scent of his hair.

“But what can be done? When love is gone, it’s gone. No matter how much you cry or try to hold on, there is no result.”

“So, all you can do is hide the beautiful memories of your mother in your heart. Regardless of what was gained or lost, you have to learn to grow up well on your own.”

Grow up well.

Bai Tan truly could not understand. If two people weren’t certain they loved each other deeply enough to spend a lifetime together, why get married? Why have children? And why, in the end, make the child inherit their pain?

Even now, he couldn’t figure it out.

Fortunately, the sobbing gradually subsided. Growing up without parental guidance, he had ultimately learned to control his own emotions.

He gently pushed Li Wenyan away. His eyes were red, his nose was red he really did look like a little rabbit.

“I’m sorry, President Li, for making a fool of myself in front of you.”

Li Wenyan smiled, pulling the coat on Bai Tan’s shoulders up a bit higher to block the encroaching rain, wrapping it tighter around this pitiable boy who was grieving for his mother.

“What you call a ‘fool’ are those irresponsible parents who abandon their families. For us to feel sad or want to cry when we lose something that is perfectly normal. It only proves that we are sincere enough.”

Bai Tan wiped his eyes and lowered his head.

“Alright.” Li Wenyan leaned down, cupping Bai Tan’s face and smiling gently. “Don’t be sad anymore. I won’t come here again. Starting today, I’m breaking off ties with the Xiao family, okay? Let’s both ignore them from now on.”

Bai Tan looked at him, eyes still misty, but he couldn’t help laughing at those words.

The phrase “Okay?” sounded so familiar.

Bai Tan nodded, suddenly realizing it was still raining hard. He hurriedly took off Li Wenyan’s coat to return it to him.

Li Wenyan brushed back his wet hair and laughed.

“Little rabbit, let’s race. Let’s see who gets to the car first.”

With that, he took off with his long legs.

Bai Tan immediately chased after him, as if he really intended to compete.

Once they were in the car, Bai Tan asked:

“What’s the penalty for the loser?”

“Hmm… the penalty is, the winner has to buy the loser dessert.”

“Then I lost. You buy it for me.”

Li Wenyan shifted into gear and said dotingly:

“Alright~”

A few days later.

The CEO’s office of L.W Media.

Huo Yang knocked on Li Wenyan’s door. Seeing him on the phone, Huo Yang turned to leave.

Li Wenyan beckoned him over with his hand, signaling him to sit down there was nothing he couldn’t hear.

Li Wenyan turned his attention back to the call:

“I understand your website’s position, but for personal reasons, I can only say I’m sorry. From now on, none of the artists under our company will cooperate on any film or television adaptations of the author Wan Wan’s works. However, I am still very interested in reading other excellent works from your site.”

Huo Yang looked up at Li Wenyan.

“Right, thank you for understanding. See you later.” Li Wenyan hung up.

Huo Yang picked up a magazine from the desk and flipped through it nonchalantly.

“Why the sudden stop in cooperation? You said this author’s work had extremely high value.”

“Huo Yang, you should understand. It’s not that her work is inherently high value; it’s that my vision is good. I bought the film rights when her novel only had 30,000 bookmarks. It’s thanks to the production team’s meticulous work that it became a hit, creating a virtuous cycle.”

Huo Yang continued flipping through the magazine.

“So, did that author offend you?”

“No. On the contrary, I was treated well by her family. I’m very grateful.”

Huo Yang seemed like he didn’t want to continue this boring topic and put down the magazine.

But he heard Li Wenyan add:

“It’s just because your little assistant is a bit sensitive about this author. I don’t want our cooperation or your cooperation with her to force them into frequent meetings. That would make things difficult for Bai Tan.”

Huo Yang looked up gloomily.

“What does that mean?”

Li Wenyan spread his hands. “Exactly what it sounds like.”

He also seemed to lose patience with the topic and changed the subject:

“I asked you here privately because I also wanted to know how your little assistant’s work performance has been lately.”

“He’s fine. Very meticulous.”

Li Wenyan nodded thoughtfully.

“That’s good. But as his boss, you should pay more attention to his emotional changes.”

“Are you saying this because of that author again?” Huo Yang understood.

Li Wenyan gave an “mm.”

“The two are maternal half-siblings. Bai Tan hasn’t seen his mother in sixteen years and just wanted to hear her voice. I don’t know exactly what happened, but Bai Tan went to that author’s birthday party. It was obvious she was dissatisfied; she probably intentionally hindered him, so Bai Tan never got a response from his mother in the end. It ended quite unhappily.”

Huo Yang slowly lowered his gaze.

“Show him a little more care. Even though he works for you, he’s still a person with flesh and blood.”

Huo Yang stood up.

“Is that so? I never thought of him as a ‘little rabbit’.”

With that, he walked out.

Li Wenyan watched his retreating back, frowning in confusion.

Little rabbit?

After a moment, his brow arched as realization hit him.

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Things were getting interesting.

Bai Tan was staring blankly at his computer.

It had been nearly a month, and there was still no progress on the persona of the male lead for his new story.

If this continued, by the time school started in September, traffic would hit a slump.

Lately, his mind was constantly occupied by trivial, boring matters, affecting his progress.

From time to time, he would remember the day of Xiao Wan’s birthday, how he had cried so pathetically in front of Li Wenyan. It was embarrassing.

Bai Tan had reflected deeply on this more than once:

An adult should learn to control their emotions.

He hoped that Li Wenyan, with his busy schedule, would soon forget about it.

In the midst of his deep thoughts, he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

Bai Tan stood up and looked through the peephole. He saw a delivery rider in a yellow uniform.

He opened the door, and the rider handed him something.

“Are you Mr. Bai? I’m a local courier. Someone commissioned me to deliver these to you.”

The items handed over were a beautiful, thick square box and a bouquet of vibrant pink roses.

“Who asked you to send these?” Bai Tan asked curiously.

“The party didn’t leave a name.”

Taking the items inside, Bai Tan opened the box. Inside was a Tiffany-blue cake, its surface adorned with scattered pearl sugar, with edible starch paper fashioned into a gauze-like wrap around the fresh cake.

There was also a small card in the box with a few strong, stylish characters:

Blue represents melancholy. Eat the melancholy and be happy every day.

Bai Tan let out a “pfft” and laughed.

What is this? So mushy.

The pink roses were wrapped in black pearl gauze a combination of black and pink that was both sweet and cool.

But in the middle of the roses was a stuffed toy monkey. It was truly unattractive, just plain ugly.

Bai Tan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He looked through everything, but there was no information about the sender.

Bai Tan took a bite of the cake. The sweetness was just right and not cloying; inside was ice cream cream mixed with a light passion fruit flavor.

Who sent it?

Only three people knew his home address: his father, Li Wenyan, and Huo Yang.

The handwriting definitely didn’t belong to his father, and his father wouldn’t have the romantic inclination to do this.

Huo Yang… was even more impossible. The chances of it being him were about the same as a sloth breaking the world record for a long-distance run.

Then it must be Li Wenyan.

He took a beautiful photo of the gift and sent it to Li Wenyan:

Thank you, President Li. It’s delicious.

Li Wenyan stared at the photo for a long time. Driven by some strange impulse, he replied:

You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.

Putting down his phone, he lightly rubbed his water glass, his brow slightly furrowed, looking a bit guilty.

He had ordered a cake, yes but not that style.

He had also ordered roses, but they were bright red, not pink.

An hour later, Bai Tan heard another knock at the door.

“Hello, Mr. Bai. It’s me again, the courier. Someone asked me to deliver a gift to you.”

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